Month: November 2015

“The falling snow represented my current mood”
“The way it fell so slowly, almost suspended in the air”
“Almost like how I felt right now, wallowing in my grief”
“Lost without hope of any success”
“Left in stasis”
“But soon I realised something”
“Though I may glimpse a small portion of a bigger cycle”
“And feel despair”
“There was a significance to the fall”
“For without falling”
“The cycle would never occur”
“And a balance would never be established”
“If I was that snowflake”
“So be it”
“Better to be falling now”
“If one day I will rise to the clouds”
“And fall again
“To enrich the ground”
“To shield a poor soul from the heat”
“To be more than just a snowflake”

Or perhaps it was a vision? A prophecy? I do not know. But it was not real; there was a vagueness, an ambiguity, to that reality that made it seem unreal. In any case, the circumstances were odd enough that I felt out of place.